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156. Against Death Is no Defence
Man, hef in mynd & mend þi mys,
quhill þow art heir in lyf lyffand;
and think apone þis warldis blys,
sa oft-syis is variand.
for fortonis quheill is ay turnand,
quhil to weil and quhil to wa,
quhill owp, quhil downe, I onderstand.
Memor esto nouissima.
quhill þow art heir in lyf lyffand;
and think apone þis warldis blys,
sa oft-syis is variand.
for fortonis quheill is ay turnand,
quhil to weil and quhil to wa,
quhill owp, quhil downe, I onderstand.
Memor esto nouissima.
247
Thow seis þi sampil eueril[k] day,
and þov tak heid withoutyn les,
quhow sone þat yowt may pas away,
for bald hector and achilles
and alexr, þe prowd in pres,
hes tane þare leif & mony ma,
þat ded hes drawyne one-til his des.
memor esto nouissima.
and þov tak heid withoutyn les,
quhow sone þat yowt may pas away,
for bald hector and achilles
and alexr, þe prowd in pres,
hes tane þare leif & mony ma,
þat ded hes drawyne one-til his des.
memor esto nouissima.
Þidder þow com nakit and bayr,
as bannyst man of kyth & kyne;
so þe behuffis hyne to fayr,
for al þe ryches þow ma wyne
is na defens, be craft na gyne,
þat ma defend þe fra þi fa,
bot cherite be þe within.
memor esto nouissima.
as bannyst man of kyth & kyne;
so þe behuffis hyne to fayr,
for al þe ryches þow ma wyne
is na defens, be craft na gyne,
þat ma defend þe fra þi fa,
bot cherite be þe within.
memor esto nouissima.
Þis day thocht þow were hail & feyr,
as bern baldast, ore kyng with crowne,
Þe morne þow may be brocht one beyr
for al þi castalis, towre & towne.
Þai may nocht al mak þi ransone
fra ded becumin þat is so thra—
Þow art his pra, but radempsione.
memor esto nouissima.
as bern baldast, ore kyng with crowne,
Þe morne þow may be brocht one beyr
for al þi castalis, towre & towne.
Þai may nocht al mak þi ransone
fra ded becumin þat is so thra—
Þow art his pra, but radempsione.
memor esto nouissima.
Quhen þow art ded & laid in layme,
and þi ribbis ar þi ruf tre,
þow art þan brocht to þi lang hayme—
adew al warldis dignite!
than is to lait forswcht, think me,
quhen wormys g[n]awys þe to & fra,
now mynd þi mys in al degre.
memor esto nouissima.
and þi ribbis ar þi ruf tre,
þow art þan brocht to þi lang hayme—
adew al warldis dignite!
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quhen wormys g[n]awys þe to & fra,
now mynd þi mys in al degre.
memor esto nouissima.
Sen it is sa þat þow man fair,
and knawys nocht þe wayis rycht
Owt of þis warld withoutyn mare,
quheþer to hel or hewyne so brycht,
þow pray to hyme most is of mycht
þat he þe fra þe dewillis ta,
and schild þe fra þe fendis plycht.
memor esto nouissima.
and knawys nocht þe wayis rycht
Owt of þis warld withoutyn mare,
quheþer to hel or hewyne so brycht,
þow pray to hyme most is of mycht
þat he þe fra þe dewillis ta,
and schild þe fra þe fendis plycht.
memor esto nouissima.
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